ask for what you want

Yes, I have hope. And I guess I'm some sort of an eternal optimist, sometimes seeing only small points of light but ones that vibrate and grow and warm my despair.

Michael warns me that there is no silver bullet when it comes to Calvin, but I have to keep looking for it because it just might exist.

There are some people who drive to an event in a busy city and park six blocks away because they think that’s the best they can do. I always look right out in front first and inevitably there’s a big fat juicy watermelon—you know, a primo parking spot—just waiting for me. In San Francisco my friends told me I had amazing parking karma. I always figured that—besides driving a sweet 1967 mustang 289—it was simply because I looked for exactly what I wanted instead of settling for second best without even trying.

The same might not be true with Calvin's health—with his epilepsy—but if I don't look for that silver bullet, I most assuredly won’t find it.

photo by Michael Kolster


  1. Right on. (Now if only we weren't so tired....)

  2. Great post Christy! Thank you for the reminder when the days get long and hard :) Kiss that sweet Calvin for me!